1. Chains Of Love (J.J. Barnes)
2. If You Can Want (Smokey Robinson & The Miracles)
3. Underdog (Sly & The Family Stone)
4. Your Love Belongs Under A Rock (The Dirtbombs)
5. I'll Wait (George Clinton, The Parliaments)
6. Living For The City (Stevie Wonder)
7. The Thing (Larry Bright)
8. Kung Fu (Curtis Mayfield)
9. Ode To A Black Man (Phil Lynott, Thin Lizzy)
10. Got To Give It Up. (Marvin Gaye)
11. Livin' For The Weekend (The O'Jays)
12. I'm Qualified to Satisfy You (Barry White)
13. Do You See My Love (For You Growing) (Junior Walker & The All-Stars)
I remember a little conversation I had with a friend over whether or not I should throw The Arctic Money's "Your Favorite Nightmare" in the garbage. Long story short, the merits of the album were discussed. The opposing party brought up the argument of "Badassery", and more so, how a handful of wealthy, popped-collared kids possessed the illustrious title of bad ass. I want to tell you that argument was ever resolved, but being the bull-headed kid I tend to be, I reached for what I felt a defining, unarguably badass mafaking record would be. Moments into Chains of Love, I forgot all about the Arctic Monkeys, their flaccid grooves replaced by an imaginary, sweaty fist fight, in a dark bar with motorcycles parked outside...a motorcycle bar in Detroit. If you close your eyes and listen to Ode to a Black Man, you will see motorcycles, I promise.
The Dirtbombs are unarguably the soul of the Detroit garage scene (Mick Collins' Gories being one of Jack White's biggest inspirations). Although this is conventionally a cover album, it contains none of that..."Wow, the original was so much better, these kids are pretentious dicks". These don't so much sound like covers as the sweetest house party you've ever been to. You know when you go to some guys house you don't really know, and you find out he's in a band and there is gear all over the place? Then everyone gets drunk and he sits on the drums and starts bashing something out, and everyone's thinking..."this is kind of cool", but noone is really into it. Then out of nowhere this ogre walks up to the microphone and howls out "Living For The City" and for the next three hours everyone's rump is shaking. The band has the tightness of a bunch of kids who met for the first time but all love Curtis Mayfield so much they groove like ol' timers.
A few months ago, I had the unreal pleasure of seeing the 'Bombs perform live in a filthy nightclub. One of the hardest ass-kickings I've ever received. Two drummers falling through their kits, One hella distorted bass guitar, one three foot lady on a baritone Jag that was processed into heaven and oozing sex. And...holy hell. Mick Collins. The most terrifying looking man I have ever seen. His 7 feet and 300 lbs of muscle made his guitar look like a toy. How he didn't tear it into shreds is beyond me. I hurt all over for days, and I was entirely deaf and fully satisfied for weeks. If you miss a chance to see The Dirtbombs, you are an idiot.
Mick Collins, you are qualified to satisfy me.
Enjoy!
The Dirtbombs are unarguably the soul of the Detroit garage scene (Mick Collins' Gories being one of Jack White's biggest inspirations). Although this is conventionally a cover album, it contains none of that..."Wow, the original was so much better, these kids are pretentious dicks". These don't so much sound like covers as the sweetest house party you've ever been to. You know when you go to some guys house you don't really know, and you find out he's in a band and there is gear all over the place? Then everyone gets drunk and he sits on the drums and starts bashing something out, and everyone's thinking..."this is kind of cool", but noone is really into it. Then out of nowhere this ogre walks up to the microphone and howls out "Living For The City" and for the next three hours everyone's rump is shaking. The band has the tightness of a bunch of kids who met for the first time but all love Curtis Mayfield so much they groove like ol' timers.
A few months ago, I had the unreal pleasure of seeing the 'Bombs perform live in a filthy nightclub. One of the hardest ass-kickings I've ever received. Two drummers falling through their kits, One hella distorted bass guitar, one three foot lady on a baritone Jag that was processed into heaven and oozing sex. And...holy hell. Mick Collins. The most terrifying looking man I have ever seen. His 7 feet and 300 lbs of muscle made his guitar look like a toy. How he didn't tear it into shreds is beyond me. I hurt all over for days, and I was entirely deaf and fully satisfied for weeks. If you miss a chance to see The Dirtbombs, you are an idiot.
Mick Collins, you are qualified to satisfy me.
Enjoy!
-The Cool Jerk
(clickin' the head will take you to the download link)
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